I never really believed people when they said that moving house is one of the most stressful things that one can do but—having just had to condense the contents of my flat into an already full house—I’m starting to change my views on that. The simple fact is that I have too much stuff, and it’s mostly in the form of newspapers and scrawled lecture notes, so I’ve decided to sell what I can on eBay, and unfortunately bin as much of the rest as possible.
Anyway, aside from shifting the contents of my flat to Edinburgh (a feat that required three Edinburgh to Manchester round trips in a row), I’ve been trying to decide what to do with the limited amount of my summer holiday that I have left. Annoyingly, my EU Studies masters course at Universiteit Leiden starts in mid-August, so I’ll miss the Edinburgh festival, but I’ve planned a few days in Brussels to see friends, and about a week later I’ve booked a trip to London then Cornwall by sleeper train. It isn’t as exotic as the trip to Barcelona that I had to give up on due to limited time, but I can’t wait to see what UK sleeper trains are like. I somehow doubt that I’ll be woken in the middle of the night by a police officer with a gun, dismantling my cabin to search for drugs, as happened on one of the last sleeper services I used in Serbia; having never used the Caledonian Sleeper or Night Riviera before though, who knows what could happen?
